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    I accepted Jesus into my life at age 17.  Due to some overwhelming needs in the church, my spiritual training was fragmented, because instead of being in a classroom where I could learn and grow spiritually, I was given a class of two-year-olds to teach.  I had ten toddlers and didn’t even know the simplest Bible stories like David and Goliath or Noah and the Ark.  I went home from…

  • One Little Slip

    I attended a two year community college, where I majored in journalism.  As a writer, I found it important to use good grammar.  But my grammar usage wasn’t always the best, so my newspaper advisor often corrected me.  When he  corrected me, I corrected my statement and continued talking.  It wasn’t long before I started correcting myself.  “Me and Cheree think that…”  Pause.  “Cheree and I think that…”  Then after…

  • Who’s the Influence?

    I was raised in a non-Christian home.  My parents did not believe in influencing us toward or against God.  My mother used to tell me, “Marjie, I have no right to influence your religious beliefs.”  She and my dad did take us to church for a couple of years so that we could decide what we wanted to believe.  I was about nine or ten years old.  We didn’t go…

  • Building a Firewall

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  • Precious Commodities

    When my dad passed away in 1998, my mother said to me, “Marjie, cherish your husband.  He is a precious commodity.” Sometimes we don’t realize the value of something until we lose it.  I’m not saying that my mother didn’t value my dad, but after he was gone, she really felt the void that he left when he died.  I wondered if she had regrets; if she’d thought about unresolved…

  • The Day I Believed

    When I was a senior in high school, my friend, Lynn, invited me to spend Saturday night at her house.  I wasn’t into church or religion; nor was I saved.  But I knew it would be rude for me to spend the night and pack up and leave early Sunday morning to avoid church.  So I spent the night and attended services with them the next morning.  They were members…